One Day I Will Find The Right

What Is He Aching To Do? What Are We All Aching To Do? What Do We Want?” She Didn’t Know. She Yawned. She Was Sleepy. It Was Too Much. Nobody Could Tell. Nobody Would Ever Tell. It Was All Over. She Was Eighteen And Most Lovely, And Lost.

The Silence Was An Intense Roar.

Lying Mouth To Mouth, Kiss To Kiss In The Pillow Dark, Loin To Loin In Unbelievable Surrendering Sweetness So Distant From All Our Mental Fearful Abstractions It Makes You Wonder Why Men Have Termed God Antisexual Somehow (p. 148)

And When The Fog's Over And The Stars And The Moon Come Out At Night It'll Be A Beautiful Sight.

I Was Suddenly Left With Nothing In My Hands But A Handful Of Crazy Stars.